The following was written on the "Make a Story" thread by Esmerelda, Elethia, Hyperlinkzer, Jack Stride, and me. It went across six posts, each post continuing the previous post, until the epic conclusion. I have taken the liberty of joining all six posts into one story. Enjoy.
In the middle of August, in the year Whatever You Want It To Be, the President of the United States was basking in his powerfulness in his office. He had decided to take a day to relax, and in doing so, was having a wonderful morning so far. It came time for lunch, so the President decided to take a walk down to the kitchen and tell them to just serve it to him in his theater (which just so happened to be playing The Avengers...again!) But then he remembered the little button on his desk that allowed him to simply speak to the kitchen form his chair! After letting them know where he would be, and when to have it ready (plus what he wanted) he meandered down the hall and all the way to the elevator that would carry him down two stories, and let him out directly in front of his own personal private theater. Once he arrived, he wandered about the seats wondering which he should sit in now. Settling for a middle seat that was practically in the midst of the giant room, he sat and snapped his fingers. Instantly the movie started, and he was sucked into the movie just like that.
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Sometime later, and a few hours past lunch, the movie was over, and the President decided to floss his teeth. He enjoyed looking neat, and always made it a 'must' to appear at his very best. As the President came to the bathroom, he opened the door and stood in front of the mirror. Smiling very cheesily at his even cheesier reflection, he effortlessly grabbed the dental floss that sat upon the counter and began to slowly take all the gunk out of his teeth. After he would finish one tooth, he would smile at himself, and then continue on.
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Hours later, the President was finally through, and it was time for him to meet...(dadaaaaa!) The Marble of Doom!!! Even on his days off, the President was unable to postpone this very certain appointment, that always took place at 4:00pm. Shoes clicked on the glossy tile, as the President power walked to the very last elevator on that floor. It took him to the lowest level of the White House. Once he arrived, he shrugged his suit into place, and straightened his tie. His eye caught a glimpse of shiny metal and when he looked down he saw his pair of nail clippers....hmm, strange...he thought. Shoving them into his pocket, he continued forward. The clocks stroke 4:00pm.
As the President entered his private chambers around five-o-clock that evening, he gasped in surprise. For there, standing calmly upon his ebony dresser, was a distinguished-looking frog, dressed as a butler. Right down to the white gloves!
His eyes widened, showing more white than he had previously thought possible.
"Who-wha-how--?" He stammered.
In a deep, monotone base voice, the frog answered his unasked question. "I know I look rather unusual, but I had heard that you were looking for a bit more variety in your staff. And so, Mr. President, I am to be your new butler."
The president was still trying to find his voice. "Bu-wha, I mean, how is it that you can talk? This is unlike anythi- I mean, you're amazing! I-"
His eyes widened, showing more white than he had previously thought possible.
"Who-wha-how--?" He stammered.
In a deep, monotone base voice, the frog answered his unasked question. "I know I look rather unusual, but I had heard that you were looking for a bit more variety in your staff. And so, Mr. President, I am to be your new butler."
The president was still trying to find his voice. "Bu-wha, I mean, how is it that you can talk? This is unlike anythi- I mean, you're amazing! I-"
Suddenly, they were cut off by a loud crash from outside the white house. The frog's face, which had thus far been unreadable, suddenly contorted into a mask of fear and shock.
"The Great Marble of Doom!" He shrieked. "IT'S FOUND ME AGAIN!"
Together, the frog and the President raced to the window just in time to see a giant black marble rolling through the courtyards. Screaming people scrambled out of it's way.
"It's following YOU?" The President asked.
Just then, the door burst open. The security guards in their black sunglasses rushed in. "Mr. President, we need to evacuate, now!!"
"The Great Marble of Doom!" He shrieked. "IT'S FOUND ME AGAIN!"
Together, the frog and the President raced to the window just in time to see a giant black marble rolling through the courtyards. Screaming people scrambled out of it's way.
"It's following YOU?" The President asked.
Just then, the door burst open. The security guards in their black sunglasses rushed in. "Mr. President, we need to evacuate, now!!"
The frog suddenly grew 15 feet tall, breaking all of its clothing off its body. The President screamed and took a few steps backwards. The frog's long tongue shot out of its mouth, grabbed the President, and pulled him into its mouth. The guards stood gaping for a couple of seconds. They quickly recovered and raised their guns, but the frog was too quick. It stuffed all of them into its mouth and swallowed before they could fire a single shot.
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The President hurtled towards the frog's throat. He managed to stop himself before he was swallowed. Breathing a quick sigh of relief, he tiptoed up the frog's massive tongue. He had just made it to the frog's lips, when something... No, somethings slammed into him, knocking him backwards, down the frog's throat, and into the frog's stomach. A few seconds later, the President stood, shakily.
"Sir, are you all right?" asked one of the guards, the first one who had slammed into the President.
"I think so," moaned the President.
Another guard spoke up. "We need to get out of here. We'll get digested."
The President nodded. "I agree, we should---"
The stomach they were standing on jerked suddenly, and the President and his guards fell on their backs.
"What's going on out there?!" said the President.
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"Sir, are you all right?" asked one of the guards, the first one who had slammed into the President.
"I think so," moaned the President.
Another guard spoke up. "We need to get out of here. We'll get digested."
The President nodded. "I agree, we should---"
The stomach they were standing on jerked suddenly, and the President and his guards fell on their backs.
"What's going on out there?!" said the President.
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The frog licked his lips. The President's family rushed into the room, but with one stern look from the frog, they ran out screaming. The frog heard spinning chopper blades above him. He sat calmly. An explosion rocked the white house's ceiling, leaving a smoking hole where the roof used to be. A helicopter hovered overhead, and dropped a rope into the room. The frog grabbed the rope, and the helicopter lifted into the air.
The frog grunted happily. Despite the unexpected unexpected appearance of the Marble of Doom, his plan to take over the United States had started out perfectly.
The frog grunted happily. Despite the unexpected unexpected appearance of the Marble of Doom, his plan to take over the United States had started out perfectly.
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The President banged on the walls of the frog's stomach, to no apparent avail. He slumped down in the sticky mass of dead flies the frog had eaten, not caring about dirtying his $500 suit. The guards glanced at him, then sat down, tossing their guns into the disgusting pile.
The President's eyes suddenly widened.
"That's it! I know what to do!" He jumped up and started grabbing armfuls of flies.
One of the guards held his stomach.
"Quick! Start shoving them up his throat! If we can make him puke, we can get out!"
The guards looked at each other.
"C'mon, guys. I'm the President. You still follow my orders."
They shrugged and complied. It was tedious work, but they finally heard a deep gurgling sound arise from beneath the stomach.
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The frog was still riding beneath the helicopter, hanging onto the rope, when he felt like he was going to toss his cookies. Then...
He did.
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The President and his loyal guards were jerked off their feet and caught up in a swirling tide. In seconds, they were airborne, falling towards the White House's front lawn. The fountain was beneath them.
"Guys, it's just like skydiving! Aim for the fountain!" he yelled. They nodded. The ground rushed up quickly, and for a moment, the President thought he might not make it. Then he felt the cool water on his face, and it spread rapidly through his entire body.
Once he was sure he was safe, he emerged from the fountain, gasping for air. The guards had been anxiously waiting for him. He gave them a reassuring smile, trying to make it as realistic as possible.
They let out their breath and pointed to the sky. A helicopter hovered overhead, lowering itself down towards the President. He had no doubt of their intentions. He motioned for his guards to be ready for the worst.
The helicopter landed ten feet from the President. The door opened, and the frog stepped out, rubbing his fat belly.
"You gave me quite the indigestion, Mr. President." He gave the President a toothless smile. "But now I'm hungry again," he said, licking his lips.
The President was about to make a witty comeback when something large, round, and black dropped in between them. It was the Marble of Doom! If that wasn't surprising enough, it spoke:
"This is the last time we meet, frog. I will smash you now."
The frog smirked. "You cannot defeat me. I am invincible!"
The President suddenly had a feeling of terror. "Can you defeat him, Marble?"
"Yes, of course I can, you dolt. Now get out of the way before I smash you too." The marble glared at the president, who quickly got out from between the marble and the frog.
The frog's henchman handed him a gigantic spiked hammer, and the frog licked his lips, leaping with astounding strength toward the Marble of Doom, screaming with diabolical fury.
The hammer struck the dark surface of the Marble of Doom. A frightening death-tone rang out, dark and low sounding, a deep note of fate. Quoth the Marble, "Useless."
The frog's fear was palpable as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. "You're...you're..."
"Invincible," the Marble finished, rolling forward and squashing the frog.
The frog's henchman stepped out of the helicopter with an AK-47, aiming it straight for the president. "I will fulfill the frog's mission!" he screamed, firing a rapid series of bullets straight at the president.
At the last second, something giant and black pushed its way between the henchman and the president. The bullets smacked on metal as a giant iPod crashed to earth.
The iPod pulled itself toward the henchman, and its headphone cord wrapped tightly around the man's throat. The henchman's legs flailed as he choked, and then he went limp.
The iPod turned to face the president, six bullet holes rent in its front. "You will always...be...protected..." it gasped, with its dying breath.
The Marble of Doom bowed his head. The president saluted. The president's guards stood there uncomfortably. A hero had just died for his president, a daring and bold iPod with bravery surpassing that even of a normal brave person. The frog was dead and also his henchman, but there would be more to come. The president knew it.
The President suddenly had a feeling of terror. "Can you defeat him, Marble?"
"Yes, of course I can, you dolt. Now get out of the way before I smash you too." The marble glared at the president, who quickly got out from between the marble and the frog.
The frog's henchman handed him a gigantic spiked hammer, and the frog licked his lips, leaping with astounding strength toward the Marble of Doom, screaming with diabolical fury.
The hammer struck the dark surface of the Marble of Doom. A frightening death-tone rang out, dark and low sounding, a deep note of fate. Quoth the Marble, "Useless."
The frog's fear was palpable as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. "You're...you're..."
"Invincible," the Marble finished, rolling forward and squashing the frog.
The frog's henchman stepped out of the helicopter with an AK-47, aiming it straight for the president. "I will fulfill the frog's mission!" he screamed, firing a rapid series of bullets straight at the president.
At the last second, something giant and black pushed its way between the henchman and the president. The bullets smacked on metal as a giant iPod crashed to earth.
The iPod pulled itself toward the henchman, and its headphone cord wrapped tightly around the man's throat. The henchman's legs flailed as he choked, and then he went limp.
The iPod turned to face the president, six bullet holes rent in its front. "You will always...be...protected..." it gasped, with its dying breath.
The Marble of Doom bowed his head. The president saluted. The president's guards stood there uncomfortably. A hero had just died for his president, a daring and bold iPod with bravery surpassing that even of a normal brave person. The frog was dead and also his henchman, but there would be more to come. The president knew it.
One of the guards slowly walked up to the president. "Sir, are yo--"
The president held up a hand. The guard stopped in mid sentence. The president looked into the sky and pointed up at a small dot.
"Marble, what is that?"
The Marble began to roll towards the president to answer, when the ground shook violently, knocking everyone off their feet, and rolling the Marble straight towards the white house. The Marble skidded, and rolled back towards the president.
"It's a dragon," the Marble said. "Bigger than the sun. It's being here will throw off the balance in the galaxy's gravity."
As if on cue, the moon went hurtling across the sky. More earthquakes shook the ground. The president stood, shakily.
"And worse," continued the Marble, "The dragon wants to eat our solar system for lunch, starting with the sun, and ending with the earth."
The president's face turned pale. "So this is the disaster you've been warning me about," he whispered breathlessly.
The Marble nodded. "I alone can stop him. But there's a risk. These dragons spew the Cotton Candy of Evil from their mouths. One touch of it makes us Marbles explode." The Marble's voice cracked, as he tried to hold back sobs. "My father, the Marble of Destruction, died defeating one of these kinds of dragons. I am the last of my race."
The president sank to his knees and put his head in his palm.
The Marble rolled closer to the president. "This is farewell. It has been an honor serving our country with you."
With that, the Marble flew upwards, getting faster and faster as he disappeared into the sky.
"Wait," shouted the president. "There has to be another way!"
"Goodbye," called the Marble, its voice coming faintly from high above.
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The president held up a hand. The guard stopped in mid sentence. The president looked into the sky and pointed up at a small dot.
"Marble, what is that?"
The Marble began to roll towards the president to answer, when the ground shook violently, knocking everyone off their feet, and rolling the Marble straight towards the white house. The Marble skidded, and rolled back towards the president.
"It's a dragon," the Marble said. "Bigger than the sun. It's being here will throw off the balance in the galaxy's gravity."
As if on cue, the moon went hurtling across the sky. More earthquakes shook the ground. The president stood, shakily.
"And worse," continued the Marble, "The dragon wants to eat our solar system for lunch, starting with the sun, and ending with the earth."
The president's face turned pale. "So this is the disaster you've been warning me about," he whispered breathlessly.
The Marble nodded. "I alone can stop him. But there's a risk. These dragons spew the Cotton Candy of Evil from their mouths. One touch of it makes us Marbles explode." The Marble's voice cracked, as he tried to hold back sobs. "My father, the Marble of Destruction, died defeating one of these kinds of dragons. I am the last of my race."
The president sank to his knees and put his head in his palm.
The Marble rolled closer to the president. "This is farewell. It has been an honor serving our country with you."
With that, the Marble flew upwards, getting faster and faster as he disappeared into the sky.
"Wait," shouted the president. "There has to be another way!"
"Goodbye," called the Marble, its voice coming faintly from high above.
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The Marble of Doom sped through the atmosphere. He was soon zooming through the stars. Something green appeared in the distance. The Marble turned, and rushed towards it.
A few minutes later, the Marble was 10 feet from it. It was the dragon.
The dragon was a hideous creature. Its skin was rough, and looked like the side of a rocky mountain. It had large yellow claws, sharp enough to tear through solid rock as easily as a man could tear through a kleenex. It had red eyes, green spikes on the back of its neck, and a long tail that ended in yet another claw.
The Marble drew in a deep breath. "HEY UGLY!!"
The dragon turned with a snort. When it saw the Marble, its eyes opened wide. Then it quickly recovered itself, and blew a puff of cotton candy. The Marble dodged, and rocketed towards the dragon's open mouth. The dragon continued spewing out cotton candy, narrowly missing the fast approaching Marble. The dragon blew again. A small piece of candy stuck to the Marble. He groaned and sped on... straight into the dragon's open mouth. The dragon closed its mouth with a snap. The Marble was engulfed in darkness, but he didn't stop. The Marble began to shake. He was seconds away from exploding. But he still kept on going until he got to the dragon's stomach. Once he got there he stopped.
"Goodbye, earth," he whispered. "And goodbye dragon."
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A few minutes later, the Marble was 10 feet from it. It was the dragon.
The dragon was a hideous creature. Its skin was rough, and looked like the side of a rocky mountain. It had large yellow claws, sharp enough to tear through solid rock as easily as a man could tear through a kleenex. It had red eyes, green spikes on the back of its neck, and a long tail that ended in yet another claw.
The Marble drew in a deep breath. "HEY UGLY!!"
The dragon turned with a snort. When it saw the Marble, its eyes opened wide. Then it quickly recovered itself, and blew a puff of cotton candy. The Marble dodged, and rocketed towards the dragon's open mouth. The dragon continued spewing out cotton candy, narrowly missing the fast approaching Marble. The dragon blew again. A small piece of candy stuck to the Marble. He groaned and sped on... straight into the dragon's open mouth. The dragon closed its mouth with a snap. The Marble was engulfed in darkness, but he didn't stop. The Marble began to shake. He was seconds away from exploding. But he still kept on going until he got to the dragon's stomach. Once he got there he stopped.
"Goodbye, earth," he whispered. "And goodbye dragon."
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A massive explosion rocked the sky, and the dragon exploded in a ball of flames and scales. The president, his guards, and everyone else on earth saw it.
Tears streamed from the president's eyes. "Farewell, my friend," he whispered.
Tears streamed from the president's eyes. "Farewell, my friend," he whispered.
The earth... the entire solar system had been saved from catastrophe. The last of the Marbles had saved the human race.
Thus endeth the Epic Tale of the President and the Marble of Doom.
